
A road trip was supposed to be my escape, not my prison. The gas station déjà vu. The perfect little park. And him-J.D.-leaning against the candy aisle with a smile I know too well. Because I wrote him. I wrote all of this. Every move I make only snaps me back into the script, the same one I ended months ago with blood on the page. And now I can't shake the feeling that none of us are making it out alive. *** What In The Wattpad Contest © 2025 Alexis Colby. All rights reserved.All Rights Reserved